More. Again. Forever
All of the speakers
Feel like they're exploding
And you're tryna escape another
Never-ending conversation
Your feet are moving
To a different beat
But that's nothing new
Friday is the best you
Let me taste your accent
And all these ridiculous people
Can stand and watch us
If they so care
Someone used to love me
And everyone used to love you
But none of them share the pain
And still, none of them get a round in
You can't see the exit
And the bartender is sexy
But he doesn't know your name
At least he says he doesn't know your name
He's playing his own game
I bet he's read The Game
There's a Special place for people like that
Smug Twat
Tomorrow seems
Like another world
You can tell me in the morning
All the things I've said
Swaying in the kitchen
The tiles are your cool friend
Until you see a faded photo
Of a bright, young you
You'd settle for your mind back
You can't wind the time back
We've always got your back
Handshake and a paper bag
Running on empty
Running on Stoli and fumes
Running round and around
And around
More. Again. Forever
We want More. Again. Forever
A cinematic sunrise
That makes your eyeballs sting
There's pins and needles
And no one talks anymore
Read, Unread
Another talking head
Talking absolute nonsense
But probably getting paid
Destroying everything
That we used to love
Including ourselves
But especially each other
Your shoes are uncomfortable
Just like the truth
So let's run away
And see how far we get
Before the blisters set in
Before your sister steps in
Before the blisters set in
Before your sister steps in
More. Again. Forever
We want More. Again. Forever
More. Again. Forever
We want More. Again. Forever
More. Again. Forever
We want More. Again. Forever
Pins and needles and no one talks – anymore
Pins and needles and no one talks – anymore
Pins and needles and no one talks – anymore
Pins and needles and no one talks – anymore
Feel like they're exploding
And you're tryna escape another
Never-ending conversation
Your feet are moving
To a different beat
But that's nothing new
Friday is the best you
Let me taste your accent
And all these ridiculous people
Can stand and watch us
If they so care
Someone used to love me
And everyone used to love you
But none of them share the pain
And still, none of them get a round in
You can't see the exit
And the bartender is sexy
But he doesn't know your name
At least he says he doesn't know your name
He's playing his own game
I bet he's read The Game
There's a Special place for people like that
Smug Twat
Tomorrow seems
Like another world
You can tell me in the morning
All the things I've said
Swaying in the kitchen
The tiles are your cool friend
Until you see a faded photo
Of a bright, young you
You'd settle for your mind back
You can't wind the time back
We've always got your back
Handshake and a paper bag
Running on empty
Running on Stoli and fumes
Running round and around
And around
More. Again. Forever
We want More. Again. Forever
A cinematic sunrise
That makes your eyeballs sting
There's pins and needles
And no one talks anymore
Read, Unread
Another talking head
Talking absolute nonsense
But probably getting paid
Destroying everything
That we used to love
Including ourselves
But especially each other
Your shoes are uncomfortable
Just like the truth
So let's run away
And see how far we get
Before the blisters set in
Before your sister steps in
Before the blisters set in
Before your sister steps in
More. Again. Forever
We want More. Again. Forever
More. Again. Forever
We want More. Again. Forever
More. Again. Forever
We want More. Again. Forever
Pins and needles and no one talks – anymore
Pins and needles and no one talks – anymore
Pins and needles and no one talks – anymore
Pins and needles and no one talks – anymore
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Writer(s): Liam Fray
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